Factory

C
These are not my people, I should 
never have come here
Am
The chick with the dick and the gift
 for the gab
F
I know a place, I've seen the face
G
And I'll take the coast from factory
 to factory

C
These nights that I have been all 
alone
Am
And through my window the moonlight 
she shone
F
And on my walls the fire she danced
G
Playing out my very last chance to

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C
run...run...run...run...
Am
Don't look back, you're moving too 
fast
F
I know a place, I've seen the face
G
And I'll take the high road from 
factory to factory

Oh yeah...

There are millions and millions of 
people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making
 sounds
And I can walk with them, I love 
them, I need them
But there are others I have known as
 poor souls, sores exposed
To the run-of-the-mill, the 
destitute and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and 
shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far
 as the sun
The sun...the sun...the 
sun...run...run...run...
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory
 to factory

Oh yeah...

These are not my people, I should 
never have come here
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory
 to factory